Bearing the blue sky

Chapter 221 Consumables

Redmi Master paused slightly in his teacup, spilling a little tea.

With his celestial-level abilities, he could hold not just a cup of tea, but the entire city of Yuanyang without flinching.

And the tea actually overflowed?

This proves just how shocked he was.

"Brother?" He repeated the word, his gaze sweeping back and forth across Zhu Ge's face, as if trying to determine if he was lying.

Zhu Ge remained calm, letting him scrutinize her.

A moment later, Redmi Master put down his teacup and took a deep breath.

No one would dare lie about something like this, at least not someone like Zhu Ge who has embarked on the path of cultivation.

Redmi Master stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the dark green poisonous clouds.

"The Annihilation True Lord killed all the great beings in the Southern Yue and Myanmar wilderness with a single sword strike, which shocked the world."

Redmi Daxian sighed, then turned to look at Zhu Ge, full of envy: "You do have a good brother."

Zhu Ge neither confirmed nor denied it.

Hongmi Daxian came back and sat down opposite Zhu Ge. He picked up his teacup and put it down again, as if he was making a major decision, and remained silent for a long time.

"Alright." Red Rice Immortal finally spoke: "I submit to the Six Paths Palace."

He stood up and bowed deeply to Zhuge.

"The City Lord of Yuanyang City, Immortal Red Rice, is willing to lead all the soldiers and civilians of the city to submit to the Six Paths Palace and obey the command of Palace Master Zhu."

Zhu Ge nodded and accepted the bow: "Lord, there's no need for such formality. What I want is not your submission, but for Red River Prefecture to unite and jointly resist the demonic beasts."

"This should be true, but—"

Redmi Immortal hesitated: "Is our Six Paths Palace's blatant behavior a sign that we're destined for rebellion?"

"Rebellion? Against whom?" Zhu Ge smiled. "Are we rebelling against the Great Sheng? Or against demons, ghosts, monsters, and gods?"

Upon hearing this, Redmi Daxian sighed.

The Great Sheng Dynasty is now a mere shell of its former self.

Cities, prefectures, and territories throughout the land are all fighting their own battles.

There's no time to care who rebelled and who didn't.

Red Rice Immortal straightened up, his eyes filled with emotion: "I have lived for more than three hundred years and have seen too much deceit and treachery. This is the first time I have seen a young man like Palace Master Zhu who is powerful yet not arrogant, and has a background yet does not rely on it."

"Lord, let's talk business." Zhu Ge smiled and shook his head, sitting back in his chair. "I need to know more about the Plague God Sparrow and the Red River Dragon Python."

Red Rice Immortal nodded, took out a map from his sleeve, and spread it on the table.

"The Plague God Sparrow's lair is in that poisonous cloud, which is its divine domain. Once inside, one's divine sense will be suppressed, and one's vision will be limited to no more than ten feet."

"The Red River Dragon Python lives at the bottom of the Red River, where there is an underwater palace that it formed with the power of incense. It is inextricably linked to the entire Red River and is difficult to conquer."

"Even in my prime, I could only take on both of them one-on-one. Now that I'm injured, I can't beat either of them," Hongmi Daxian sighed. "But if you can hold one of them back, I'm confident I can kill the other within half an hour."

"I'll keep the Plague Sparrow in check," Zhu Ge said directly.

"You?" Red Rice Immortal frowned: "The Plague God Sparrow is a great god, not an ordinary third-realm demon beast. Even I am wary of its plague poison, let alone you, a mere second-realm cultivator—"

"I have a way," Zhu Ge interrupted him. "I dealt with a fungal god when I was in Jianshan Village, and I know how to deal with this kind of enemy."

Redmi Master glanced at him but didn't ask any further questions.

"If only the Red River Dragon Python is available—" Red Rice Immortal pondered, "it might be worth a try."

Zhu Ge nodded, moving her finger across the map.

They looked at the map while asking questions.

"How many people remain in the three realms within the city?"

Red Rice Immortal replied, "Including me, there are fewer than ten people. And most of them are injured, their strength is less than one-tenth of what it used to be."

Zhu Ge frowned.

Less than ten people?

He thought there would be more.

"Outside the city, I have six thousand soldiers, tens of thousands of demonic beasts, and four third-realm demonic beasts, but they can only hold off a portion of them."

Zhu Ge narrowed her eyes, her mind racing.

The cities cannot be touched, nor can the city lords.

Moreover, that's the realm of the Great Ones, and quantity alone cannot make up for the gap in strength.

Like Zhu Ge, even if he lay there being attacked by a first-level cultivator while he was practicing body tempering, he might not even get a scratch.

"—So, I roughly understand." After a moment's thought, Zhu Ge nodded slightly: "Red Rice Immortal, how many young and strong men are left in this city?"

Red Rice Immortal shook his head: "There are not many young and strong men left, but the academies in the city can still gather two hundred Confucian scholars. If we use the power of Jade Shattering to attack them, we can kill two people at the third realm."

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The Two Realms of Confucianism!

Zhu Ge knew before that Confucianists could possess a skill called "Jade Shattering" when they reached the second realm.

Better to be a broken piece of jade than a whole piece of tile!

The Jade Shattering Technique allows Confucian cultivators to instantly burn all their lifespan, literary energy, flesh and blood, power, and soul, unleashing power several times greater than they could otherwise exert.

As one of the great principles of the world, Confucianism begins to show its power after the second realm, and its strength and killing power are even greater than those of swordsmanship and martial arts.

It was a resolute determination that said, "Where righteousness leads, even if it means dying nine times, I will not regret it."

One hundred Confucian scholars at the second level of cultivation can cause a demonic beast at the first level of cultivation to perish with their jade-shattering power!

However, that's not how the accounts are calculated.

These are real people with flesh and blood, not expendable objects.

"My immortal path also has five hundred Golden Cores and three Nascent Souls. If we burn our Nascent Souls, we can prevent all the three realm demon beasts outside from using their divine senses," said the Red Rice Immortal. "If all five hundred Golden Cores explode at the same time, we can kill at least one demon beast. Afterwards, although the cultivation of these five hundred Golden Cores and Nascent Souls will be lost, at least their lives can be saved."

After hearing that sentence, Zhu Ge began to ponder again.

Cold-blooded and cruel, but true.

This is what it means to be in a position of power.

In the eyes of the Red Rice Immortal, a person like Yu Xiucai is nothing more than a consumable, capable of consuming the consumables of countless demonic beasts, such as the Plague God Sparrow and the Red River Dragon Python.

However, this is undoubtedly also war.

Zhu Ge is not a cold-blooded person. What he can do is not to prevent soldiers from going to the battlefield, but to make everyone's death meaningful.

Therefore, he adapted to the Redmi Master's explanation in just a moment.

"Hmm." Zhu Ge nodded: "Now I have a general understanding. Do you have anything else to say? If not, I will secretly sneak out of the city to make preparations."

"As for the rest—" Red Rice Immortal frowned in thought, and after a moment he pondered, "The Annihilation True Monarch wiped out the Miao people of Southern Yue and Burmese Wilderness, so he's probably not in good condition, and yet I've never sensed anyone at the Great Realm coming to Red River Prefecture—"

"I suspect there's someone watching from above."

Red Rice Immortal speculated, "You have exceptional talent. If possible, you must make the most of your potential in this battle."

I feel—

"This incident in the Southern Vietnam and Myanmar wilderness is more like a trial for the three realms of geniuses of our human race."

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